I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Science and art. Washing dishes and adding numbers. Driving taxis and sailing ships. Find what you love. It doesn’t matter what it is or how much money you’ll make or what people will think of you. Just find it and hold on tightly.

3 comments:

I don't know what I'd love to hold on tightly, or maybe I do know. I just can't let myself know it. It's been buried inside me... I'm afraid bad things will happen if I let it take over.I just want to be happy.But those that follow that path can either end up happy, or unhappy. Or by doing something they thought they wouldn't like, they end up happy as well.How can I know?I can't.

There is nothing anybody can tell me about that. Nobody can predict the future. I can be happy now, but now is still the future.It's so... hard, in some ways.Especially for someone so young.Especially for me.